e.g. Randall
@tigerlilyroars.bsky.social
Dreamer of dreams, thinker of thoughts, wielder of words, exister of existence
“And what greater tribute is there to the power of an artist’s work than that they are destroyed? … They recognized her power…she was sacrificed for her art…” -The Ink Black Heart
November 10, 2025 at 1:16 PM
“And what greater tribute is there to the power of an artist’s work than that they are destroyed? … They recognized her power…she was sacrificed for her art…” -The Ink Black Heart
I’d like to be in a band or write a song called “Passive Aggressive Post-It Notes”.
October 31, 2025 at 12:37 AM
I’d like to be in a band or write a song called “Passive Aggressive Post-It Notes”.
“All television is education. The question is what we are teaching. “ -Levar Burton
July 10, 2025 at 11:00 PM
“All television is education. The question is what we are teaching. “ -Levar Burton
“Names speak to the namer as much as the named.” ~Mia Covere
July 2, 2025 at 1:25 PM
“Names speak to the namer as much as the named.” ~Mia Covere
If you’re going to create crossword puzzles, please for the love of all that is sacred, know how to spell.
April 13, 2025 at 11:40 AM
If you’re going to create crossword puzzles, please for the love of all that is sacred, know how to spell.
“What do you stand for? Most activists don’t want to dismantle the systems of exploitation. At least not the ones that benefit them. They just want a better seat at the table of tyranny.” -White Lotus Wisdom
April 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM
“What do you stand for? Most activists don’t want to dismantle the systems of exploitation. At least not the ones that benefit them. They just want a better seat at the table of tyranny.” -White Lotus Wisdom
I have continued my execution in excellence by still getting all A’s in my life - ADHD, Anxiety and Apathy.
February 22, 2025 at 1:24 PM
I have continued my execution in excellence by still getting all A’s in my life - ADHD, Anxiety and Apathy.
The difference between mediation and meditation is just a little “t”! Pinkies up bitches. ~Me
February 13, 2025 at 12:24 PM
The difference between mediation and meditation is just a little “t”! Pinkies up bitches. ~Me
When faith becomes facts, the religious become hypocrites.
January 23, 2025 at 11:58 PM
When faith becomes facts, the religious become hypocrites.
It’s not your fault that you vibrate at a higher frequency, love. They’re just low bandwidth bastards.
January 22, 2025 at 2:19 AM
It’s not your fault that you vibrate at a higher frequency, love. They’re just low bandwidth bastards.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain.
January 4, 2024 at 11:14 PM
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain.
There is no end to that sentences that matters.
December 31, 2023 at 3:37 AM
There is no end to that sentences that matters.
There are only so many voices I can listen to at a time. So I hyper focus on the silent spaces, the breaths, the tiny moments between words. I mind the gaps.
December 7, 2023 at 2:28 AM
There are only so many voices I can listen to at a time. So I hyper focus on the silent spaces, the breaths, the tiny moments between words. I mind the gaps.
Pretty sure the random high pitched ringing in my ears is my brain screaming from all my emotional dysregulation.
November 16, 2023 at 1:29 PM
Pretty sure the random high pitched ringing in my ears is my brain screaming from all my emotional dysregulation.
Experiences are contextual not comparable. My worst day is not the worst of day of another. Both are worthy of empathy.
November 12, 2023 at 5:06 PM
Experiences are contextual not comparable. My worst day is not the worst of day of another. Both are worthy of empathy.
Sometimes my mind itches. That annoying itch that you can’t scratch. But that you MUST. So, I send in the bees - the little winged self doubts, what-ifs, tirades of inadequacies. At least when my thoughts sting, I forget to scratch.
November 11, 2023 at 12:29 AM
Sometimes my mind itches. That annoying itch that you can’t scratch. But that you MUST. So, I send in the bees - the little winged self doubts, what-ifs, tirades of inadequacies. At least when my thoughts sting, I forget to scratch.